It is finally Friday again, and it definately feels that it has been much longer than a week since we had the last one …. and I wonder why time goes so quickly when you are enjoying yourself … and so slowly when you are not!

I am assuming of course, that you are actually doing something other than avidly, or even heatedly, devouring your copy of the publishing phenomenon that is ‘Fifty Shades Of Grey’, because if so you will be far too busy to bother with me.

It seems that this particular book has become something of an object of desire worldwide.

Well done the inspired creator of this ‘erotic’ epic … I mean, who would not want to be so incredibly successful with their book.

Well done I say!

However, admiration for the good timing aside, I do not actually have a copy myself as yet.

Given my age and experience I do not find much personal desire to purchase the book for it’s full price however popular it is, although at some point in the near future I shall no doubt purchase a slightly grubby copy in a second-hand bookstore for a couple of quid.

My own reading history is littered with books previously considered somewhat risqué, beginning of course with D.H. Lawrence’s classic ‘Lady Chatterly’s Lover’. .

This book was banned in Britain for many years before finally being published in the 1960’s after a highly publicised court case.

Funnily enough, I actually read it again just a few months ago, and enjoyed it, even though I suppose that it could now be described as being somewhat dated.

The present popular book is similar to much older works such as ‘The Story Of O’ and the collection of works by the ‘Marquis De Sade, etc. …. which are equally matched to this more modern offering.

I expect that a desire to actually bring these various ideas into being in a person’s sexual life depends to a large extent on their own nature and curiosity, but it’s effect is generally reported as being responsible for the rapid increase in the sales of various sex aids in certain High Street shops.

You know how it goes, ‘to each his own’ etc.

Anyway, perhaps I should actually consider whether anyone on my Christmas list would actually love to have a copy of the book.

Bloody Hell, I finally decided to start blogging again and am properly horrified to find that in the time I have been ignoring you all, I appear to be unlucky enough to have 15,392 sodding comments waiting patiently for me.

Now don’t get me wrong, I have no objections to finding comments from real folk, but having thousands of spammy ones is a huge pain in the arse.

Luckily for me, Mr T set up my site to allow me to regulate all comments before they get posted, but there is no way that I am going to be able to do that anymore so I shall have to get the whole lot wiped out and then start again with a proper spam blocker … needless to say, I cannot do this myself so I shall have to ask him nicely for help with it.

Of course, doing this will also mean the loss of any proper comments that you may have sent me while I have been incommunicado, and I do apologise for that but … hey, shit happens.

I hope that all is well with yourselves and that you are enjoying the gift of life, as I am.